Today i've got flying off a high mast
I shouldn't have pursued it so fast
I felt there's my healing life got me;
In and out as stone washed by sea
Now my head's sleepy,my soul's dimming
Dreams in my mind,my lantern's flicking.

Conversations forgotten,faces strange
There are things we can not change
The mess,the coins we hid in decks
When we'd fight over chickens necks
Darling,dont you think of past gone,
They make your bed feels like bones.

Goodnight love,I draw my curtains down
I think all powerful men up the town;
Must have done just like the same,
Maybe sleep is more of a disclaim
That we cannot helplessly do it all;
Let me a wing to a valley recovery falls.